2pac - Made Niggaz
No man separate what we createUnstoppable, untouchable, motherfuckin' worldwide mob figuresDeath Row at it's finestMOB, thug for motherfuckin' life motherfuckin' made niggazWe comin' after these niggaz, worldwideFeel me, Makaveli the DonMy life in exchange for yours, born hated as a thugHouse full of babies cryin' from a lack of gettin' loveAin't nobody tell me shit, 'til I got a sack of drugsHad the block sewn up, 'cause I learned to pack a gun, do you feel me?World do ya hear me? Catch a risin' starFuck the love, niggaz fear meGot these niggaz runnin' all wild from my double, IWhen we ride motherfuckers is sho' to dieBoom, once I enter the room, in the airAll you hear is the whispers of doom, niggaz scaredThey don't wanna see me head on..Think of all the busters that I had to leave dead and goneCall a grave digga, fuckin' with a made nigga, MOBGunfire gettin' sprayed quickerFuck 'em all let em understand my plot to get richerMuch more than six figures, a motherfuckin' made nigga(Can you feel me?)A motherfuckin' made niggaI got a plot to get richer, take my pictureA made niggaNigga, I was raised on the streets, I had to hustle just to eatMy role model was killin' niggaz so I know, I would never be weakThey got me sittin' wonderin', where my life beginsThese niggaz crossed my father den my father crossed them'Cause I roll with Immortal Thug niggazAnd my number one plan to kill a man to grab a needle and drug niggazNiggaz don't like us because they bitches straight love usThe President told us to leave, 'cause the government don't want usIt's Napolean, I get my pleasure out of sinAnd seein' blood spill ain't shit'Cause I seen it at the beginnin'A made niggaHow many niggaz fall in ya vision?Gunnin' 'em down for every last minute that I spent in prisonWe mash together, plus we get cash togetherBlast whenever knowin' it don't last foreverIt's only one way out and one way inMotherfuckers cross and get crossed out, never made menWe find excuses to loot, cock, and shootBlow the roof off them groups like [unverified] Rachmel Raouf [unverified]I can't be touched 'cause of the weapons I clutchAnd the niggaz that I'm underIs just too muchWe made niggazPicture the scenery 'cause for now you gon' have to imagineCall me a prophet 'cause I predicted what's gon' happenI began the paper, stackin' at thoseWho be paper snatchin', will emerge like crack in the 80'sBaby, maybe, that's if I slipBut I became official since the start of this, Edi AminBorn July, 7th a few shed eyesPrecious but others gave me they hate, to cherishBut still I made it, a made nigga made by the gameMade for war, my aim is simple and plainYeah whether it's 'caine, or these tracks made for your brainYou'll forever know my name, Edi AminI ain't count the line, my strap, not headThere will be none of thatThe young hog, K-Dog playin', Outlaw Immortal combatWith the criminal skill, they cannot beat me a niggaTil' he still and chill, recognize the real deal feel, a nigga made when I was young and dumbWith a gun but it pays so I'm bustin' for funAnd the outcome will be the same every timeWe all gon' die, get yours 'cause I'ma get mineTha Outlawz, we be the Don Juan's of this rough shitRhymes baptize your mind while paralyze the publicWith my mentality of war, dead bodies and silence give it to ya rawThug nigga to the coreThe results of livin' poor, got me thinkin' on a made levelShootin' my gauge to get paid, a fuckin' crazed devilMash shit from here to there day by day, year to yearMade niggaz on ya motherfuckin' tear, I'm a made niggaHa, ha, ha call me a Bad Boy killer murder motherfuckers dailyKnow the feds trail me, so my alias MakaveliGettin' lessons from niggaz in penitentiariesGame, when applied help me survive several centuriesLock me in a cage I'll display my rageSurround the court buildin' with the gage and sprayThey wonder if I'll go when I'm finally sentencedOn my knees to God, beggin' for repentanceI'm convinced, that I'm a thugThey got me fiendin' for my cash like a fiend when he dreams of drugsDiss Kidada and I'll kidnap your daughterKill your wife and hit the funeral and tell you just who gave the orderMakaveli the Don, til' I'm gone, I maintainMy army of lunatics that stay armedTil' the day I die, I'll be remembered as a paid niggaOutlaw to the grave, a motherfuckin' made niggaCan you feel me? Come closer, ha, ha, haGet into the mind of a made niggaI can't be touchedMy adversaries, get fucked, feel me?Multimillionaire dreams, all I want is the creamI sell my shit to the fiends, all the bitches screamCome and see, to see a made niggaThe Outlawz, Makaveli The DonHussein Fatal, Edi Amin, Kastro, Napolean, KhadafiMussolini, MOB, I send this out to my niggaz on the streetsThe motherfuckin, made niggazAll my niggas on Death Row, Tha Dogg PoundTha Doggfather, and all his niggazYou know what time it is, Daz DillingerKurupt, Young Gotti(Ha, ha, ha, Westside made niggaz beotch)Uh, sarge, uhWe've got uh Tupac ShakurUh, Fatal, Fatal HusseinUh, Kastro, KhadafiWe got a bunch of niggaz hereThey've got guns in their car, they've got weed, they've got moneyThey're with a lot of black women, what should we do sarge?Uh, I repeat let 'em go, I repeat, let 'em goThey're made niggaz let 'em goBut, but sarge they've got guns, they've got weedI said let 'em goAlright, you guys can go, I'm sorry
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